Mo Ran thought becoming Chu Wanning’s disciple was a mistake.

His shizun was really too much like a cat while he himself was a dumb pup who’d only slobber and wag his tail.

Dogs and cats were different by nature; originally, the dumb pup didn’t want to reach his furry paws out to that cat.

At first he thought, dogs should be with dogs, like his shixiong, beautiful and tame like a cute Japanese Spitz, and the two of them together would surely be a match made in heaven.

Yet, after having died and reborn, after having lived two lives, the one he hauled back each time to his den in the end was always the one he couldn’t stand at first: that snow-white kitty shizun.

【Copying the "Supreme Elder Lord’s Art of Longevity" once grants +1 Vitality】

At that time, Chen An held a lowly official post merely a proofreader in the Eastern Library. Day after day, he copied scriptures, convinced his life would pass in mediocrity. Yet unexpectedly, he awakened a divine gift: so long as he transcribed or replicated texts, drawings, or paintings, he would receive tangible rewards. From basic attributes at the outset, to peerless martial arts that dominated the jianghu, and even immortal arts offering glimpses of eternal life all flowed from the pages of books.

Chen An understood: the ancients had spoken true. Within books lie golden houses; within books dwell beauties fair as jade.

...Later,

Chen An once hid divine techniques he’d gleaned from books back within their pages, unleashing legends upon the martial world.

With a single stroke, he wrote the character for "rain" (雨), ending years of drought across three hundred miles of the Qin River basin.

With a sweep of his brush, he conjured an immortal’s paradise, coveted by kings and generals alike.

The world sought transcendence, chanting "seek the immortals, seek the immortals."

Little did they know

Immortals walked among them